***~~~~ Not a long chapter. Trying to increase my word count, but I find it so easy to break things where I do :P Reviews are appreciated. There are big things to come for Callie, and I am working on Arizona-centered story lines as well. Thanks for reading :) PLEASE leave comments!~~~~*****

Arizona broke the silence with a cough to clear her throat. Without pulling away, she sat down on the bedside chair. By then, unknowingly, the two women were holding hands.

"When Sofia first came into the hospital, I wasn't sure that she would make it." She drew in a deep breath. The warmth of Callie's hand was unmistakably unique and she felt her heartbeat quicken.

"She had multiple traumatic injuries, including a punctured lung." Callie inhaled sharply, visualizing Sofia's pain. "But….I managed to stop the bleeders with the help of the other heads of departments. She came out of surgery with a strong heartbeat and steady vitals. She will have to be under observation for a little while, but I'll take good care of her."

Their eyes met. Arizona bit her bottom lip out of nervous habit as she felt herself slip further away into the moment.

"OH MY GOD! I heard that it was you in the accident, but I shrugged Karev off because he's always pulling shit from his ass. And I didn't believe it until I saw your name on Chief Weber's charts. I can't believe it's you!The Calliope Torres, Miami's claim to fame. You are a god in the Ortho world and and your TED Talk on regenerative cartilage. I mean, talk about kicking major ass."

Startled by the interruption, hands dropped. Arizona felt the warmth disappear almost instantly.

Callie stared at the eager, Asian woman standing in front of her. More startling than her intrusion was the fact that this woman…,this doctor, knew who she was.

"I'm Christina Yang," Christina held out her hand to Callie in a gesture to connect fan to idol. "I'm not in Ortho, but I considered it because of you." Hesitantly Callie took hold of Christina's hand, which in turn shook furiously to indicate excitement.

Callie stared at this whirlwind of a woman. Christina had not only ended her moment with Arizona, but also had resurfaced her life in Miami.

"It's nice to meet you, Dr. Yang." Callie's voice was weak and tinted with hesitancy. "I'm surprised you know who I am. I did that talk yearsago…." She stopped herself before she could define exactly how many years it had been.

Arizona sat frozen in her chair. She didn't want to linger, yet she didn't want to leave. As Callie and Christina spoke, she alternated glances between the two. Usually Christina limited her talk to snide remarks, but today she was frustratingly chatty.

As if both Callie and Arizona could sense each other's discomfort, they met gazes. They remained like-so as Christina continued her monologue recounting Callie's work.

"But then, you stopped practicing because of your wife?" Callie felt her stomach drop. Arizona's curiosity stirred.

"I think I read that somewhere. Other sources said you quit to have a baby, but I don't believe that. I mean, Callie Torres could be pregnant with ten kids and still regenerate cartilage. The wife theory is more believable."

Callie tightly closed her eyes. She wanted Christina to stop.

Tears, as uncontrollable as they were inevitable, pushed through its eyelid-barriers.

Her life began to painfully trickle back into memory. The trickle was cold, biting….and the sound too familiar. Drip. Drip. Drip.